If anyone asks, my name is Brandy

I consider myself an all-American girl: I love the 4th of July, fireworks, hamburgers, and of course baseball. Some of my earliest memories are of my dad taking me to Phillies games. I'm good at watching baseball. Playing... not so much.

Evidence: when I tried to play on my ward softball team, I tripped over my own feet while trying to catch a ball and fell on my butt, dropping the ball.

So last night my home-teacher Jeff called me up. His intramural team needed another girl or they would have to forfeit, and this was in tournament play. For those of you who don't live in Provo, BYU intramural sports is kind of a big deal. If you win, you get a shirt that says you won! Amazing, I know.

Anyway, I was a little surprised that Jeff asked me, knowing that there are some really good players in our ward. I even tried to warn him, "You know I suck, right?" Then the truth came out. Jeff asked me if I felt okay about a little identity theft.

To play on intramural teams, you have to register your team in advance and it can't really change after that. For the game that night, they had the student ID of one of their girl players who couldn't make it. I was given her card (I look nothing like her) and if anyone asked, my name was Brandy. But luckily for us, they don't look at the pictures or you when you check in, so Brandy was there to play.

To be honest, I didn't completely suck. I got a bunch of hits when I was up, got a couple people out, and actually caught the ball a couple times.

However, my true colors did eventually show, and I caught a ball with my thigh instead of my glove. The bruise is showing it's true colors now too. :)

I Need to Get on This

My class does Show & Tell every Friday and I decided to do one myself. After the students' standard questions (where did you get it? when did you get it?), their favorite question came up again:

How old are you?

When I answered (for the 20th time this year) that I'm 27, the same evil child as before calls out:

And you're STILL not married?

When I said no, I hear:

Are you even trying to find a husband?

I decided to be the adult and just ignore it, and tried to move on. As I crossed the room, one of my little girls (who must have an aunt in this situation) "whispered" to the evil child:

You're not supposed to ask them about stuff like that! That don't like to talk about it!

I have 2nd graders pitying me...kill me now.

Interpreter

I think I can officially add "interpreter" to my resume. Anyone who teaches young children probably knows what I'm talking about.

One of my students came in this morning, came straight to me and said (with excitement), "Miss Bramhall, did you hear about the big salami?!?"

Me: "The what?"

Student: "The big salami...did you hear about it?"

After about 5 more attempts, I figured it out:

salami= tsunami

The news has finally trickled down to second graders in Santaquin, Utah.

Hercules

This is Hercules.

Abby and I rescued him a couple years ago from the toy dog pound.

(AKA- the DI Yard Area)

He is large enough for an adult to ride.

And he is very friendly.

The other morning, he just couldn't wait for Abby to wake up.

I'm told the scream could wake the dead.

He was so excited for me to get home, he was waiting in my bed.

Then he wanted to play with Carlee.
So he got in her laundry basket.

The best part was she was on the phone when she screamed.

I am (officially) AWESOME

I was choosen as the Teacher of the Month...

and received the Orb of Awesome!

Yes, I am AWESOME!

Meet Carlee

We got a new roommate in December, an awesome girl named Carlee.

But this is what happens when she finds my camera sitting on the counter.

Again?!?!?!

Even the smart ones try it!